Monthly Archive: septembrie 2015

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Migrant is someone moving through space As she moves through life, Balancing the fragile sense of home With the inexorable sense of existence. Migrant is someone moving through time As if the memories and the hopes Were holy cities For the final redemption of being a stranger To space, To time, To life.

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Life is a tax for dreaming The more you dream, the more you pay. As a child you can dream anything, As a mum you’ll cut your dreams to let in hope for your children. The white hare teaches you to hide dreams under your mattress, To treasure them alone In silent nights or in lonely rains.